Don't Hoard The Past. Don't Cherish Anything.

How Right That The Body Changed Over Time, Becoming A Gallery Of Scars, A Canvas Of Experience, A Testament To Life And One's Capacity To Endure It.

To Know I Was Beautiful In His Eyes Made Me Beautiful.

I Felt Like Time Was A Great Sea, And I Was Floating On The Back Of A Turtle, And No Sails Broke The Horizon.

It's Such A Liability To Love Another Person.

Like A Kid Kicked Out Of Class. Humiliated And Free.